George

The ice almost burns as it touches the skin of my knuckles.

How is it that something so cold has a burning sensation? How can the burning spread into my chest as I remember the fight...

I hear the door open, and I look up to see Charlotte walking in.

"Oh, baby, what's wrong?" Charlotte asks in her high pitched fretful voice as she runs toward me.

"What?" I ask briskly.

"You have a bruise on your face," she says, touching it softly, but ...